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9lokknine – running out lyrics

(intro)
i’m like rudy, why you rushin’ me?
why you rushin’?
back, back, gimme 50 feet (ok)
i still got the beat
koncept on the beat

(chorus)
i think i’m running out of luck
i been running out of f+cks
i never gave a f+ck
i be with some thugs
ay, that pill make him [?]
a n+gga play we shoot sh+t up
i got my glizzy in the club

(verse 1)
i got tired of showing love
i really think lil bro turned to a [?]
i’m peeping all these scrubs
going right, he touch sh+t off
oh i’mma catch a play from bout a cut
i told you, diamond in the rough
he just tryna act all tough
that lead will sit him down if he boot up
n+gga know what’s up with us
keep one up on my side, just like my hip
or right there by my waist, behind my belt
n+ggas tryna call for help
can’t save them when we dive, no michaеl phelps
tony hawk, i’m on my grind, why can’t you tell?
i bet it’s on mе in the [?]
f+ck saying n+gga tried spraying with the semi
and lately i been keeping all the envy
i was [?]
[?] from all y’all
and watched that n+gga play they all fall
behind mine, i stand tall
i’m tryna put a n+gga on the wall
won’t ever catch me slipping, it’s in my drawls
sh+t get colder than december
[?]
sometimes i ain’t get nothing for christmas
and congratulate a n+gga
momma made her way, but sometimes i feel like she slaved to get it
i was born in may, get in my way, i crack yo’ ‘tato n+gga
everything, kosher pickle, i said hey mr., mr
[?] just wanna kiss you
take ya out like a dinner
crop yo’ ass right out the picture and watch they frame a n+gga
[?] on my name, i’m armed and dangerous, everytime it’s with ’em
40. cal, like add a nickel, oh that’s that 4+ficial
better have that static with ya, and ain’t that b+tch official?
i ain’t just know average n+gga, and i ain’t broke neither
cut the ac off when we arrive, better have your heater
(chorus)
i think i’m running out of luck
i been running out of f+cks
i never gave a f+ck
i be with some thugs
ay, that pill make him [?]
a n+gga play we shoot sh+t up
i got my glizzy in the club

(verse 2)
i told ’em, ain’t no searching at the door
pop a perc, i told that boy, give me one more
i’m tryna solve all my pain, i really wanna up this b+tch and aim
but sometimes, lil 9 just gonna think
cuz i be finna crash, like 9 just get the wheel, get on his ass
i’m swerving left and right, i’m on the gas
chief puff, puff and pass
i’m tryna smoke him too, that n+gga dead
i’m telling you gon’ die for what you said
i’m all in his head
it’s mind control, i do this sh+t again
then, lace my boots and go and spend a band
take off all my chains and suit up
i’m telling you, i been waiting for you to boot up
i’m all downtown, riding on scooters, tell them p+ssy boys come catch me
armed and dangerous, f+ck n+gga i’m ready
i’m in your nightmares like jason, nah i’m freddy
ay, send a b+tch through to us she get the drop like bl++dy mary
before corona virus, we wear masks to get the fetti
now you can wear masks all day, this sh+t get scary
i’m talking we’ll spin all ways, no hail mary
i ain’t trusting a soul, i ain’t leaving no+one to tell
a hoe gon’ tell what we told, i’m finna tell it

- 9lokknine lyrics

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